Okay, so I know there ain't a lot of dialog going with this story, and the characters maybe OOC, but work with me. The thing wouldn't let me give the story its full title on the main CB fanfic page. Blahblahblah. I'll mumble some more later. Enjoy.

Destiny Lies in the Syndicate (a.k.a. the Prophecy of Faye Valentine)

By Fantasy Cat

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but Sam cuz Sam rocks!!!!!

Chapter Two: Don't be fooled, Space Cowgirl

Faye spent that night imprisoned in her bedroom in the syndicate building. All of her weapons were removed from her. She was a total mess from Vicious trying to control her as she was being taken to the bedroom. The room was all first class. Faye liked it at first, but once she entered the room, Vicious had already shut the door on her. She turned around. There was no door, only a wall. Damn. The door only opened from the outside. Fortunately, there were some other doors that she could open through the inside, but where did they lead?

The first she opened led to her own personal bathroom. Not bad, there was one spacious bathtub there. The second door was just a darn closet. The last door led to another bedroom that was tons more spacious and more fanciful than her own new bedroom. She quickly shut the door. Damn, again. Her room was right next to Vicious, and what makes him think that she would ever want to come into his room?

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Vicious approached the basement cells with a member behind him, but not for protection. The man was carrying a tray of food in his hands. They stopped a few doors down the hall and Vicious used his keys to enter. The cell was small and the walls were white brick. There were no windows except the one on the cell door that only showed the hallway. In the corner laid a bandaged man who clothes were worn out. Most of the blood that was once on this man's face was cleaned off.

Vicious approached the man loosely chained to the corner. Only his scruffy green hair was showing.

"I believe I have found the perfect way to make you suffer."

"I knew just letting me die on the spot wasn't your style," Spike managed to cough up weakly.

"Indeed. You see, there are worse things than death, such as being trapped forever in your own nightmares, which you will be. I hope you enjoy your new home. It's bright I must say." Vicious ordered the man carrying the tray of food to place it down by Spike as the two were walking away, Vicious paused for a moment.

"Just one more thing. I believe I have something that belongs to you in this very building." Spike curiously looked at something that was being fiddled in Vicious's hand. A yellow fabric. Spike knew that it was Faye's bandana.

"I'll take good care of her, but I know you. I know what you would rather do. If you want to kill yourself, go ahead. But if you plan to die, there will be no point in keeping her alive. If you try in any way to kill yourself, I will just have to dispose of Faye. It's your choice Spike. You can choose to be free or you choose to spare the shrew woman. I'll leave you with your nightmares. Good night, Spike."

Spike was pissed. This really was hell. Nothing could make him smile, except for maybe Faye's angry face if she knew that Spike would rather kill himself and leave her at death's door. No, no. Just a joke.

Spike noticed the food by his side. They were the only tools in the room that he could use. He could be free. He could finally awake from the nightmare, and just maybe, he could finally be with Julia. But thinking about Faye brought a mixture of poor emotions upon him. The choice would be hell.

Either way, he took one last look at the food before he made his final decision.

And decided to dig in.